Novel & Cerita The Heiress Revenge: Abandoned No More

The screen was covered in water droplets, but he could read the emergency alert text from the private hospital. CRITICAL ALERT: Mr. Thorne — Liora Vale checked herself out against medical advice ten minutes ago. She stole a surgical scalpel from the emergency tray. Security footage shows her leaving in her vehicle. Before she fled, she told a nurse: "If I can't have Kasen, the Sterling Heiress won't either." Kasen's head snapped up. The Rolls-Royce was already gone, lost in the heavy downpour. A cold, paralyzing terror gripped his chest, far sharper than the winter rain. Kasen scrambled to his feet, threw his phone into his pocket, and sprinted toward his sports car.

Heirlooms that belonged in museums or war rooms and enough wealth to buy smaller packs outright. Nyx finally spoke again, sounding unusually serious. "Well. That’s new." The stranger reached up calmly and removed one black glove. The moment his wrist was exposed, the glowing ancestral mark became visible and the exact same patterns burning beneath her own skin. He stretched his hand toward her. “My name is Zyran Valcair,” he said calmly. “According to the covenant between our bloodlines… I am your fiancé.” For the first time in like forever, Anabella was genuinely stunned.

He had gambled everything on her. When she had returned, he had abandoned his marriage without hesitation, convinced that aligning himself with Camille—the so-called true heiress—would elevate him higher. But reality had turned on him with ruthless precision. One mistake led to another, and while everything in his life spiraled downward, Mirena’s only seemed to rise. For a fleeting second, regret had crept in. Then he had crushed it. There was no point dwelling on her. He had nothing to gain from Mirena anymore. Once he secured a meeting with the investment queen, everything would change.

Meg stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with righteous fury. Silence consumed the office, and officer Gabby was left in a state of dilemma. He once heard that the heiress of the Song family is heartless and cold. Could he risk his life just for a cheap penny? “Didn't you hear her?” Enzo yelled dangerously. “I… I….he stammered. He felt his gut wrench as Enzo snapped his fingers. And before you know it. Hefty, dangerous men walked in. “I will speak, I will speak”. He could feel his own ragged breathing as he pleaded silently.

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

He told her. Everything went exactly as he wanted to. They first headed back home and he quickly sorted out his luggage. Then, they headed out for lunch at a cozy café near their house and Sofia told him everything that happened while he was gone. “I managed to befriend Jean, steal Christian’s car’s key. Landed a new project with a woman named Lysandra and my parents are offering me some work in the business. It has been a crazy two weeks.” She summarized them. “I see, good. So, what are you going to do about it? Are you going to accept the work offer from your parents? I mean once the revenge plan is over, it will make everything easier if you can keep up with what’s going on from the insid

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

"That's my Queen. Drink your coffee. We have a war to plan." As we sat there, huddled over the glowing screens, the distance between us vanished. We weren't just two billionaires making a deal. We were two predators protecting our territory. And Julian Vance was about to find out exactly what happens when you try to steal from a woman who has already seen the end of the world and decided she wasn't ready to die.